The moment Danny gets ready, the children are already starting to tug. Their youngest sibling cries and sobs pitifully as they do, but the older ones bit their lips and screw up their faces and hold tighter. Then the beam lifts up and they really pull- and the child comes flying out, leaving a few broken pink quills behind. All three of them fall back against the rubble behind them. Thankfully it doesn't budge, too well compacted to tumble in on their little space

As soon as they realize it's worked, they wrap themselves over each other in a fluffy ball of hugs. The little one is sobbing again, but in relief this time.